Monday, July 16, 2012

poem on reading by Stevens/ getting lost when you read


This poem expresses how I feel so often when I am reading---you get so into the book!

American Poet Wallace Stevens:

The house was quiet and
the world was calm.
The reader became the
book; and summer night

Was like the conscious
 being of the book.
The house was quiet and
the world was calm.

The words were spoken as
if there was no book,
Except that the reader
leaned above the page,

Wanted to lean, wanted
much to be
The scholar to whom his
 book is true, to whom

The summer night is like a
perfection of thought.
The house was quiet
because it had to be


  1. Hi Kim,
    Like you, I too get lost in a book, i love to read. I hope you are doing well.
    Hugs, Cindy

  2. Oh, I love this poem! Thank you for posting it! I know what you mean about the house being quiet ... a magic time to read. Have a great week, my friend.

  3. How beautiful are the words. Thanks for sharing it and I am in love with those curtains!

  4. Wonderful poem. I had never read this one. I do like Stevens. "Sunday Morning" is favorite.